Angela's Pizza- Woodhaven, Queens

This is where it all began. I was eight years old. Innocent. Oblivious. I stumbled upon this place with my dad after moving into the area. I was greeted by Tony, one of the brothers who made the pizza that will be known to be THE FIRST REAL PIZZA I EVER HAD. Now don't get me wrong, I had "pizza" before, and if by pizza you mean cheese off of pizza and just have bread and sauce (Whoever knew that will actually be the Marinara slice that I hate so much).

Well I didn't automatically start eating a slice with cheese, I was testing out the boundaries, tasting whatever mix it had. As a child I didn't know, I was blind, tasteless.

This will read more like a story than a blog entry, because face it, THIS FAMILY STARTED IT ALL.

I was about nine when I ate my first slice with cheese. Back then I didn't know. After that day I knew the difference that there is a thing called good pizza and bad pizza. Good pizza is what Angela's was. Nice doughy texture with homemade sauce and shredded mozzarella.

Years pass as I came here EVERY SINGLE DAY. Tony knew me as the kid with the poofy hair. I would come there when it rained, before it closed, as soon as they opened, whenever I craved a slice. Fast forward a few years later and tragedy struck. Mama Angela passed away, they were closed for a bit to mourn.

After reopening and remodeling Joe started making the pies. Same great flavor as ever before. I seen him on my last visit double baking the pies (that is making the pie with minimum cheese and sauce and after baked for a bit inserts it again).

I told him he started it all, his family created a monster. He was very happy to hear I still come here (at least during the holidays) from staten island and eat his food. 12 years and it's still outstanding. This is what I love about family businesses.

This is number three on my list of all time favorite pizzas. Only my second spot where the pizza men knew me by name. This is the fixture of my childhood what I came to love. What made me do what I do. I love doing it. I love eating pizza. This is Passion. It's not some addiction you can laugh at and say don't you eat anything else? I will forever be in debt to this family.